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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

There's nothing ladylike about Katherine Killin. She's a spitfire who cannot be tamed. To rid himself of her, and to honor a truce set by the Duke of Glencoe, her father agrees to wed her to his clan's mortal enemy, Ben Rannoch. But when Katherine meets the enticingly masculine Kurt Rannoch, brother of her betrothed, she suddenly craves domination.

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It was a glorious ride. Kate wanted to throw out her arms, turn her face to the downpour, and revel in the moment. Racing across the lea with Kirk, warm and strong behind her, was magnificent.

She’d always loved storms and the savage beauty of nature. It made her feel one with the world. Alive. But there had never been a more exhilarating tempest than this.

She could taste the acrid scent of lightning on her tongue, feel the crackle of its energy in her hair. Danger stalked them, and it excited her.

But something else did too.

An enormous, muscled man, held her tightly, breathing against her neck in harsh pants. The movement of their bodies against each other created a friction as they rode in manic union. The damp heat of the plaid conjoined them and an earthy scent rose between them.

Ah, it was splendid.

It was nearly a disappointment when it ended, when he slowed and guided the horse to an outcropping protruding from the rocky tor.

And then, he slid from the horse, leaving her alone and suddenly cold. When she frowned at him as he reached up for her, he stilled. “Are you all right, lassie?”

“Aye,” she said, setting her hands on his broad shoulders and allowing him to ease her down. Lord, he was large. So hard and strong. So…tantalizing with his fierce expression. She didn’t bother to hide her shudder.

“You’re freezing,” he said in a low, feral growl.

She was not. She was on fire.

The thrill of the manic ride, the exhilaration of their near disaster, and the pure elation of life and living pulsed in her veins. Which was why she stepped toward him, rather than stepping away. Why she reached up and cupped his nape. Why she tugged him down and whispered, “You saved me.”

And she kissed him.

Surely she intended it only to be a kiss of gratitude, one of pure and simple thanks. It was meant to be quick and passionless and chaste.

Perhaps she had been deluding herself, because she fiercely wanted, to the depth of her being, to taste him.

Glory. It was a mind-numbing kiss. It began as a brush of her lips against his. But then, transfixed by the flavor of his breath, the velvet caress of his mouth, she lingered. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tightened. She eased closer and sealed them together from chest to groin.

Though he allowed this familiarity, she could tell he was resisting the urge to kiss her back. His muscles bunched, he arched away.

The thought annoyed her so she tipped her head and deepened the kiss, pressing her tongue between his lips.

He made a sound, something like a growl, and he broke the kiss completely.

In a rush, he whipped her into his embrace and backed her against the wall. She loved his power, the heat of his muscles, his raging passion. But even more, she loved that he did not give rein to his savagery.

Even now, as he consumed her in a series of hungry kisses, he held back. Refrained from crushing her against the granite tor.

With a growl, he reared back and stared at her. “Lass, you tempt me,” he said in a gravely tone.

She tried to hold back her smile, and failed.

“We canna do this.”

Ah, her mood plummeted. And the least of her despair was her plot to scuttle the wedding to his brother. Her body hummed with a desire she’d never experienced before. It was a soul-deep yearning. A need.

To her surprise, he chuckled, and that irked her. “What is so funny?” she snapped. Did he not know how she ached?

“Lass, lass.” He stroked her hair and cupped her cheek in an attempt to soothe her. She scowled at him. He would have to do better than that. Yet what did he do? He chuckled again and pulled her into his arms, though she remained stiff. “I have work to do before we play,” he murmured. He said this in a teasing tone, one that indicated there would indeed be more kissing.

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical, contemporary and fantasy sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the Seymour Agency Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bj8tKb

Monday, February 27, 2017

To be able to debut in European society in the 1870s up until 1910s, it was oh so important to dress the part. What better way to do it than to go to House of Worth where a girl could be measured and outfitted for a mere...oh...$50,000 for the Season!

Yes, it was vital to appear fabulous when shopping for a duke or a baron...or anyone else in between. Jennie Jerome went to Worth. So did the Vanderbilts and the Astors. Anyone who was anyone went and acquired one of Worth's vendeuses (personal sales girls).

Frederick Worth was considered the first fashion designer but many, like Madame Pacquin, very close by in the Rue de la Paix were just as good and just as

Madame Pacquin, French designerlate 19th century, Paris

Frederick Worth, Englishman and designer,#7 Rue de la Paix, Paris

Walking dress, late 19th centuryHouse of Worth

expensive.

Corset and bustle!Late 19th century

#7 Rue de la Paix today!(Cerise DeLand photo from my research trip!As expensive looking as it was then. Near Opera Garnier and Tiffany's, among others.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

It's no mystery that writers, especially indie writers, are constantly creating new ways to find readers and convert them into fans of their books. One favorite way is to discount books for a short period of time, or maybe even offer a story or two or three for free.

This tactic works especially well with books or stories that are the first in a series.

Viking in Tartan is the first in my six story Highland Vampires series. Three are short stories and three are full-length novels. Best if they're read in order, but each is a fine standalone.

Here's what the series is about:

Rumors have followed the chieftains of Clan Kilburn for
centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious
in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their
blood.

The gossip is frightening, but the reality is even darker.

From the elegant mansions of Mayfair to the mist-shrouded
Highlands, the Kilburn vampires hunt, swive and kill. None are immune to their
dangerous allure.

Agent Kathie Belmont has long lusted after her boss, Ross
Guerrero, but has never even flirted with him. Could he be the strong but
tender Master she craves?

Ross wants Kathie in his life—on her knees. But the
constraints of their jobs with an ultra-secret US security agency have come
between them. Will their undercover roles as a sex slave and her Master bring
them together...forever?

This next story is a complete departure. It's the first story I wrote and my first (and only, alas) #1 bestseller on Amazon. When it came out, it was #1 in free parody and satire :)

Here's what it's about:

Suz deMello flips the traditional Regency romance
upside down and sideways in this gentle satire in which Marlene, the Earl of
Maybegood, roughly woos gentleboy Georgie Longjohn on the eve of his first
Season.

Friday, February 24, 2017

Recipe

Take two brothers
Separate them at birth
Make one a half-blood thief
The other a pleasure slave
Mix in angst and longing
Drop a chance comment
Stir in ancient secrets
Add a powerful immortal
Insert happy ending
Sprinkle liberally with humor
Serve warm with smiles

Dramatic, funny, touching, Bro takes you inside the Tarthian
Empire and introduces you to three of its major characters: brothers Senth and
Khyff Antonello, and Luc Saint-Cyr. You'll find them in many stories in the
Empire. Come and meet them in Bro. You'll get two more books the next day.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

I write about both and love both. I mean, who doesn’t like vampires, werewolves, and the like, but when reading I prefer shifters. I love the idea of a human being transforming into a noble beast and running wild and free. As a reader, I sometimes feel there is too much blood with vampires. However, as an author, like to write both. When writing, vampires are fun because they're more seductive.

Both my vampires and my werewolves have a Celtic twist, drawing from Welsh and Scottish mythology and lore. In my Druidry and the Beast series, ancient gods meet druidesses they are attracted to and they then transform into their main shapeshifting animal form. In these book no werewolf type bite or full moon is necessary for transformation. In my Dancing Vampire series Celtic/fey/vampires roam the modern Scottish highlands seeking men to seduce and attack. My vampiric fey are all women, sisters in fact, and they don’t have fangs. Instead their nails transform into talons and they dig them into the flesh of their male victims as they dance with them.My Vampires series is called The Dancing Vampires and the first book in the series, Dance of the Vampires is free.

For a modern take on the baobhan sith, (Scottish Vampiric fey), visit the baobhan sith in my Dancing Vampire series. Each of the books is about one of the sisters finding true love, except for the last one, Some Vampires Shimmy, that one combines the stories of two sisters.

In days of old, deep in the dark woods, Druidess Seren discovers a wolf shape shifting into the bare, muscular Celtic God, Gwydion. Seren's mind turns from the Samhain feast to wicked thoughts of Gwydion's gorgeous body.

Is the love Gwydion and Seren share strong enough to overcome barriers between an immortal god and a mortal woman? Or will a warning of danger from beyond the grave destroy the sensual magic brewing between the wolf and the druidess?

To a passionate man...all women are goddesses.With spring, icy streams have thawed, Druidess Nona's tribe is building a pair of roaring bonfires and she's seeking a lover for the Beltane rite. Without warning, a fierce red dragon swoops down before her. Not just any dragon...it's God Dewey in wild, beastly form. Hot, in a rage, blowing smoke and flames... because Nona's tribesmen snatched gold from the earth without the gods' consent.

Captivated by Nona's beauty and bravery, sparks fly and ablaze with desire for Nona, Dewi flies away... only to land nearby and shape shifts to human form. In the guise of a visiting warrior needing the Druidesses hospitality, Dewi returns to the village. But, he discovers he has a rival for Nona's affection, a chief who will stop at nothing to have her for his own.

The moment Nona sees the warrior Dewi, her passion ignites, she envisions them coupling together in the Beltane mating rite... unleashing powerful, magic. Little does she know, the handsome warrior is really the mighty Dragon god. What will happen when Dewi's secret is revealed? And what evil might the jealous chief unleash on the druidess and the dragon god?

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

If you haven’t yet picked up your copy of LUXURY MODEL WIFE, Long and Short Reviews has given yet another reason to download the novel or buy a paperback version for your library. Book bloggers have given the story outstanding reviews and call it “one for the keeper shelf.”

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

If you're dying for a getaway this winter, you're in luck. Escape to the Wiccan Haus for some Mid-Winter Healing. You'll get three magical, paranormal romances including Solace for the Psychic Soul, featuring Monica Smic and Dex Seer who were first introduced in Psychic Lies.~Sara~

They must heal each other or lose everything in winter’s fiercest storm.

Dex Seer has spent his life on the wrong side of the law, working for anyone who will pay him enough to afford the medicine his sister needs to keep from going blind. But the medicine no longer exists. In desperation, he books a stay at the Wiccan Haus to heal his sister. With a sexy government spy following him through the portal, he stands to lose everything he’s spent his life protecting.

After too many years reading the evil, sadistic thoughts of her government’s enemies, Monica Smic is exhausted and cynical. Worse, her soul discovered its mate in a lawless bounty hunter, and staying away from him is destroying her from the inside out. When she passes out on the job, her boss forces her to take a week off at the Wiccan Haus to get her act together.

Despite their mutual distrust, the more time Dex and Monica spend in each other’s company, the more their battered souls find solace in the other’s. But Dex’s first loyalty is to his sister, and Monica’s is to her government. On the Winter Solstice, they will either heal each other or lose everything in winter’s fiercest storm.

Monday, February 20, 2017

Good Morning everyone! I am so excited to share with you, Unrequited Mate. This has been a labor of love for Michele and I. We know Hayden and Nico so well, that telling their story was like writing about our best friends. This is the beginning of our new series that will focus on NA books, and be featured at Turnskin University, a college for shifters and humans alike. This is the one place shifters can come and be themselves and not have to worry about hiding. I hope you enjoy their adventure as much as we did writing it. We hope to have Sorority Row, book 2 of the series out soon! But, until then, enjoy Nico and Hayden's book: Unrequited Mate.

Blurb:

Welcome to Turnskin University...

Hayden Raferty, left behind her entire family and all her friends to
get away from her mate, Nico Lopez. In a single night, he crushed her
hopes and dreams of finding true love. Now, years later, Hayden has
decided to move on and start over.

Nico Lopez knows he screwed
up, but letting his mate walk away isn’t in his plans. It's time to make
his move. With a little help from 555-ROAR, Nico obtains a spot in the
Greek Shifter Games and is determined to show his mate there isn’t
another male worthy of her. If has to put his body on the line to prove
it, so be it.

Excerpt:

The growing bond between them seemed to spike the year she’d turned
seventeen, but no one seemed hard pressed to explain the inexplicable
need she had to rub against him or the anguish of not having him near.
The frequency of their visits became shorter due to both of them working
or school. However, when the weather turned warmer, no matter what,
they went swimming. Hayden stepped up to his door and knocked. When he
didn’t answer, she knocked again then called out his name.

Nico’s rag top jeep sat in the small parking lot so she knew he was
there, but fear gripped her. She pounded on the door once more, heart in
her throat. The door opened a few seconds later and her best friend in
the whole world stood before her, bleary eyed, with a sheet wrapped
around his hips. The thick putrid smell of alcohol clung to him along
with something else. Her wolf bristled at the scent.

“Are you coming
back to bed, Nico?” A woman’s voice called out and Hayden knew what the
smell was. She backed away from the door, horrified. Some visceral
emotion sliced through her, shredding her ability to breathe.

“Hayden,” Nico called after her, but she’d already started running.
She shifted mid-stride uncaring if anyone saw her. The tattered remains
of her clothes floated to the ground like the slivers of her soul.

She finished up the rest of the semester, and avoided him at all
costs. He showed up at her high school graduation that May, and she
ignored him. He brought her flowers and a locket, but she refused both.
She couldn’t stand being around him. He broke her that day and it took
two years to muster up the courage to move on with her life.

Now a sophomore in college and all of twenty years old, the urge to
mate clawed at her. But the guys she sat through class with or in study
group did nothing for her. She found herself comparing them to
he-who-shall-not-be-named, and didn’t that just suck donkey dick? A low
growl of irritation passed her lips and she balled her hands into fists.
What’s done is done. He made his choice and you weren’t it. She opened
her notebook and wrote a quick note to her dad. She needed them to
understand she was moving on, and she would appreciate if they didn’t
ask about him—Nico. It was time.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

US Marshal Jaeger Tripp is assigned to the Federal Witness Protection Program. The hurt and destruction he’s seen—along with protecting criminals who are only cooperating with the authorities to keep themselves out of jail—have left him with a bleak and jaded view of both life and people. His current assignment is Wren O’Riley, a computer wizard who witnessed a high-profile cartel hit.

To Jaeger, Wren is the same as any other job. He must protect him long enough to get him to testify at trial, and his personal feelings have no place in his work and must be set aside. But that’s easier said than done. On the run and fighting for their lives, Jaeger and Wren can’t help but grow closer. And Jaeger can’t help seeing beyond Wren’s nerdy exterior to a man who might be just what Jaeger needs to settle his soul and capture his heart—if they survive long enough to get that chance.

Order of the Black Knights

Every century has seen its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.

Excerpt~

Prologue 1981

OPPRESSIVE HEAT caused the sweat to trickle down Jaeger’s back and pool at the waistband of his camouflage BDUs. For three fucking days, he’d been entrenched in the mosquito-ridden jungle of Colombia, waiting for his mark, Carlos Quintanilla—drug runner, coca grower, and major player in the Colombian cartel. He and his team were paid handsomely to sit, wait, and dispose of a target. And though the original twenty-four hours—in, shoot, and out—had grown to three days, mercenaries were paid to wait under any conditions.

Once the deed was done, he would trek four klicks through the jungle and rendezvous with the team, cross into Venezuela, and transform into a businessman for the trip back to the States. With his payoff, he planned to retire—hang up his hat as a killer for hire and live on an island in peace and quiet. Maybe. If the nightmares stopped and gave him respite.

He watched through his rifle sight as Quintanilla lumbered along the edge of the pool of his multi-million-dollar fortress. Security was a priority for him, but that was of little consequence to Jaeger, who was perched approximately half a mile away from the complex in a makeshift tree stand with his Remington 700, nicknamed Lolita. He waited.

Movement to the right of the pool caught his attention. Jaeger shifted ever so slightly as the slim figure of a man dressed in blue flowered board shorts, a white undershirt, and flip flops approached Quintanilla. The young man couldn’t have been more than twenty-four.

A dirty blond mop of hair fell over his eyes. His skin was only slightly tanned, as though it had been kissed by the sun, and his ass was meant to be grabbed.

Jaeger didn’t have time to ogle over some squeeze Quintanilla kept at his house. Or maybe the young man was the drug runner’s son. Intel reported that Quintanilla’s wife, children, and mistress were away on vacation. So either the young man was a fuck buddy or a returning son, there to see daddy. Additionally, the team had watched the workers and security guards and knew the next few days were the only time that month Quintanilla would be alone. It looked like a vacation from the world. Quintanilla sent everyone else away and stayed to enjoy the amenities he acquired by dipping his hands into blood money. Carlos Quintanilla believed himself so powerful that no one would dare to touch him. He’d soon be proven wrong.

“Target in sight.” Jaeger spoke softly into the mic attached to the lapel of his camouflage shirt. The earpiece in his right ear crackled with static.

“Can you take the shot, Arrow One?” The speaker, located approximately four kilometers away, waited with the rest of the team for Jaeger to complete the deed and return to the rendezvous point.

“Roger, Base One. Shot available, but there’s a slight problem. The target is not alone. Over.”

Jaeger waited for base to confirm or negate his mission. He hoped it was a go, because if not, the sitting in a mosquito-infested jungle, being eaten alive would have been for naught. And that would highly piss him off.

“Can you take them both out, Arrow One?”

Jaeger thought and quickly contemplated the speed of the traveling bullet, the wind velocity, and the reaction time for the second target to move and attempt to take cover and fall at Quintanilla’s feet. He couldn’t guarantee it.

“Negative, Base One. Advise.” Jaeger waited.

Sitting in the jungle required patience, which any mercenary or sniper had in spades. The average man found it torturous to sit in silence for three minutes. Jaeger did it for days at a time. So the five minutes it took for base to get back to him was nothing. If Quintanilla attempted to leave the premises, Jaeger would have to either take him out and leave the young man alive or try to eradicate both of them.

“Base One to Arrow One. Over.”

“Arrow One here.”

“It’s a go, Arrow One. Target first, then the secondary. Take the trip to the destination and see if any cleaning is required. We are still a go for the meet. Over.”

“Roger, Base One. Over.”

Jaeger had the green light. Kill Quintanilla, shoot the young man, and confirm both kills. Jaeger had no doubt Carlos Quintanilla would be dead, but was not sure of the second target. He’d put a bullet in him on sight, if needed.

Jaeger peered through the lens, blinked his eyes to refocus, and stared at Quintanilla. He and his blond companion were seated side by side in chaise longues. The young man’s hands moved earnestly, as if the talk was at the forefront of his young life. Jaeger inhaled and filled his lungs. The feel of Lolita against his cheek and on his shoulder and the caress of the scope and wood stock comforted him but had also brought him great pain. But this was not the time to become maudlin. He had a job. One that would enlarge his bank account and maybe deliver the solace he’d struggled so hard to find.

Ever so slowly he released his breath as his index finger rested on the trigger. As he let go the last of his breath, Jaeger squeezed the trigger. The whiz of the bullet rang through the air and blended with the cacophony of birds in the untamed Colombian jungle. Jaeger released the shell, inhaled again, and aligned his second shot. Dead-on, the bullet pierced Carlos Quintanilla’s skull, and blood oozed from the hole. Quintanilla fell over in the lounger. The young man dropped to his knees and covered his mouth with his hands. The angle of his body made it impossible for Jaeger to kill him, but he’d maim him until he was onsite and could finish the deed. This better involve a bonus. And not a two-fer-one sale.

The second shot, strategically aimed at the young man’s side, tore through his ribs and pierced a lung, incapacitating him until Jaeger arrived. The man dropped.

Jaeger slung his minipack onto his back, hoisted Lolita onto his shoulder by her strap, and jogged through the foliage. Normally the slight trek would have taken about ten minutes on solid ground, but in the thick of the Colombian jungle, half a mile could take up to an hour. Jaeger didn’t have the luxury of wasted time. He humped the half mile as fast and expediently as the surrounding area allowed and arrived at the fortress in less than thirty minutes.

Careful and mindful of any unwanted guests, Jaeger quickly entered through a low-lying wall on the back side and made his way to the pool area. The silence was welcome, except for the slight whimpers of the wounded bystander. Jaeger verified Quintanilla’s death and turned his attention to the young man who struggled for breath as his lungs obviously filled with blood and his heart enlarged and worked overtime to pump. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His soulful chocolate-brown eyes pooled with tears as he peered up at Jaeger. Blood, snot, and tears did not detract from the young man’s good looks. In retrospect Jaeger realized he was Quintanilla’s son and not a boy toy.

Jaeger removed his Sig from the side holster and aimed. The young man resignedly closed his eyes. Sadness illuminated Jaeger’s soul at the prospect of taking an innocent, but no witnesses were allowed. And Jaeger was paid to kill. He wasn’t quite sure where his feeling emanated from, but a job was a job, and Jaeger and the team were being paid handsomely. The boy had the misfortune to be born into the Quintanilla family and grow up the son of a notorious drug runner. Maybe not so innocent, then—tainted by his genealogy. Jaeger pulled the trigger. The sound was louder than usual.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

And that's just what happens to my heroine Jimi Calloway in A Cowboy In Paradise. Coming out March 2017 with Harlequin Blaze. Yes, it's my last Blaze :( I'm so sad Blaze is no more because there was more to this tale in Hawaii. Dallas Wilde has a feisty sister and a sexy, extreme living cowboy brother. Maybe one day their story will be told.

Jimi and Dallas have a great story together. Full of passion, unpredictability, surprises and hot sex. Amazing what you can get up to with a pineapple ;) I hope you give their story a chance! I'm having a giveaway for a signed copy of A Cowboy in Paradise for one of my newsletter subscribers. Please click to sign up. I promise I don't spam and only send out once a month - and always with a prize of some sort :)

In her designer dress and
high-heeled shoes, Jimi clearly didn’t belong on a dusty Hawaiian ranch. Or
with rugged cowboy Dallas Wilde. Dallas may be a delicious temptation, but
could a city girl ever trade Laboutins for lassoes?

Her island nights are heating up!
Losing her luggage was Jimi Calloway's first
clue that her friend's Hawaiian destination wedding would be a
nightmare. The fact that it's at a ranch instead of on the beach and
she'll be "glamping"? It's officially the Vacation from Hell. Until this
city girl gets a glimpse of her smokin'-hot cowboy guide. Suddenly this
vacation is looking up…
Sure, Jimi's designer wardrobe is lost
somewhere over the ocean, but she's too busy learning just how
incredible—and incredibly wicked—"roughing it" with the sexy, rugged
Dallas Wilde can be to care. Besides, it's only a vacation fling… Only,
no one warned Jimi how easy it was to fall for a cowboy in paradise.

Mini Excerpt

Dallas couldn’t believe his eyes. A vision like that
wasn’t something you saw every day. He’d grown used to the daily ritual of
horses, ranch hands and mountains. In all the years he’d been running the guest
ranch, never had he walked by a tent to see a near naked and fantastically
gorgeous woman. He’d watched her for only a few moments. Just long enough for
his cock sit up and take notice, and make him feel like a peeping tom. Hell,
could you blame a man? Standing in her lacy and very see through ivory bra and
panties for all the world to see was totally unexpected. He was captivated.

He couldn’t look away from this woman, like a
lioness ready to pounce. Her blonde curls fell wild around her shoulders and
down her back, his fingers twitched with the urge to bury his fingers in the
strands. It juxtaposed the virginal image against an untamed sexuality that
oozed from her, it reached deep down inside and grabbed him by the balls. Her
smoking hot body was anything but virginal. It was a body made for pleasure.
And he’d be at the front of the line if given the opportunity.

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Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste - 'heat with heart' - for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher's Weekly, Romantic Times, and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer's Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.